Page 42 of Sin (Salvation #1)

Cassidy

If I didn’t know better, I’d think Sin and I were on the run. The way he suddenly insisted on leaving, bundled me in his SUV, and is now racing down the highway toward some undisclosed location.

It’s definitely a unique response to having someone tell you that they love you.

I still can’t believe I blurted that out to him.

The words had been fighting to break free for some time.

Every time he touched me. Every time we got physical, I had to force myself not to cry out those three little words that would change everything.

Then I end up saying them to him in the middle of a fight.

It wasn’t the way I would have chosen to tell him, but I wouldn’t take it back.

When I finally spoke them, those words felt so right coming out of my mouth that when Sin challenged me on them, I couldn’t help owning them. Then he’d kissed me, and I swore I detected his answer in the kiss, but then he’d pulled back and forced us on this odyssey.

Finally, Sin exits off the highway and pulls into the valet line of a boutique hotel. He puts the Land Rover in park and jumps out of the car, and throws his keys to one of the attendants. “An extra hundred if you bring the backpacks and the boxes up to our room and leave them outside the door.”

He comes to the passenger side of the vehicle and opens my door for me. “Come on.” He brushes his hand gently across my cheek. “I have a lot to say to you.”

Somehow, between our abrupt departure from home and now, Sin had arranged a room for us. As soon as we walk through the doors of the hotel, we are ushered immediately to the top floor and shown to our suite.

I look around the room. It’s charming. It’s not like the hotels Sin has booked for our usual afternoon escapes. Instead of being a sleek, modern space designed to impress with its attention to expensive detail, this suite has comfortable furniture and has a warm and cozy feel to it.

“I’m glad you like it,” Sin says, watching as I look at the room. “Since it’s going to be our home until we decide on something more permanent, I want you to feel comfortable here.”

“Our home?”

“Yep,” he says. He removes his expensive watch and then takes out his wallet from his jeans and places both of them on the end table. “We’re never going back to that house again while Gideon is still a free man.”

“But it’s your home. All your belongings are there.”

He shakes his head. “It’s never been a home to me since my mother died. I can buy new clothes, and I’ll arrange for Betty Jo and all of my vehicles to be moved to a private garage until we’re settled.”

I don’t understand his sudden change of plans. “What brought this on?” I ask him, needing to understand.

He stalks over to me and grabs me by the shoulders. “You told me you loved me, and I realized that I couldn’t tell you the same.”

At his words, my heart feels like it’s been vivisected. I had been so sure that his true feelings had been in that kiss, but I’d been so very wrong. I try to break free and step away from his hold.

“No,” he tightens his grip, “baby, listen to me.” When I settle, he finally goes on. “Not in that house. Not when staying there puts you in danger. I had to get us out of there so I could tell you I love you too.”

Everything in me soars at his words. Sin loves me . My emotions go from dragging on the floor to doing cartwheels and spins. “Really?” I hold my breath for his response.

“Really.” He kisses me lightly on the lips.

“At first, when you said the words, I was terrified. They fucking thrilled me, but I was worried I didn’t know how to love you.

That I wasn’t good enough to love you back, but then I realized that I’ve been loving you for a long, damned time, and I let everything with my father get in the way of us.

” He kisses me again. “No more. You and I come first.”

I reach out and let my hands travel over his sexy blond hair, and glory in the way he leans into my touch. “You really don’t want to go back to your house?”

“I’m not stepping back in that house until Gideon is locked up and doesn’t pose a threat any longer. He’s becoming more unhinged every day. If he would have found you in his office today?—”

“I shouldn’t have been tempted to go in there,” I tell him, still feeling bad for my lack of judgment. “I didn’t think it through because I wanted to help.”

“That’s not why I brought it up.” He places his hands on my hips.“ It was just an example of the risk I was taking by continuing to have us live there. I’d never wanted you around Gideon because I know how dangerous he is. Live with a snake long enough, eventually he’ll strike.”

“I don’t think he bothers to remember I even live there, except for the occasional family photo op, or to randomly threaten me.”

“You never should underestimate your enemies.” Sin raises a finger to trace the two minuscule scars on my neck that Gideon caused.

Anger fires in his eyes, as white hot as the day he first saw them. “Especially when they’ve already demonstrated what they’re capable of.”

“You really think he ‘d act out, now, when the media has him under a microscope?”

All the attention he’s getting that he can’t control and manipulate is unraveling him.” Sin shrugs. “I’ve always believed I was one step ahead of his schemes, but I realized today that I’m not willing to take the chance if it means losing you.”

“But you once told me that you wouldn’t walk away from your mother’s legacy.”

“I don’t think I am. I remember after my father pushed us down the stairs, my mother twisted as we were falling to protect my head, neck, and spine in the fall.

” Tears well up in his eyes. “I think her last conscious act in this world was one of love and protection. I’m choosing to pick that legacy over the house and land she left me, or the hate and need for revenge I’ve inherited from my father. ”

I put my hand over his cheek, and he cradles it. “I love that.”

“Don’t get me wrong. Love hasn’t cured me of all my evil ways. I’d still like to gut my father for his sins, and I haven’t given up my need to see him suffer for what he did.” He kisses me. “ Just from this day on, I choose your love over it every time.”

Moved by his words, I can’t help kissing him. Sin is totally in on the idea, and when our lips meet, I’m struck by the fact that I’m kissing the man that I love and who loves me back. It adds a spice to our kisses that I never knew was missing.

Sin must think so too. “Damn,” he says after breaking away from my mouth. ”This whole love thing is fucking hot.” Then he dives back in for more.

We continue devouring each other, but soon it’s not enough, though.

Sin picks up the hem of my t-shirt and lifts it off over my head.

Then I unbuckle my belt and unzip my jeans, and step out of them.

Once completely naked, Sin walks me back toward the bed and then pushes me down on it, watching with half-hooded eyes at the way my body lies sprawled on the mattress, waiting for him.

He continues to stare as he undresses. When he’s finally naked, he just stands there and begins jacking his cock. “Aren’t I the one who’s supposed to do that for you?” I ask, my voice husky from our kisses, and watching Sin stroking himself. It’s a young Cassidy’s fantasy come to life.

He doesn’t bother answering my question. There’s a dangerous spark in his eyes that sends my blood racing. I know that look. An in-love Sin obviously doesn’t mean a tamed Sin, and I know I’m in for a wild experience. But aren’t they all that way with Sin in my world.

He retrieves a packet of lube from his wallet and throws it on the bed. “Get yourself ready. I want to watch you.”

I do as he says, and as much of a hurry I’m in to rush through the process, knowing Sin’s eyes are on me, I take my time and make a show of it.

Finally, when he’s convinced I’m ready for him, he delivers his next orders. “Place your hands behind you and grab the bedrail and don’t let go.”

I do exactly as he says. “Good,” he praises, then gets on the bed and makes his way over to me and places his cock against my lips. I open them in a silent invitation, and he pushes inside.

In this position, he has total power over me, and from the devious smile on his face as he watches me take his cock, that was his plan.

I glory at the control he has over me. At the limits, he lets me explore with him.

So far, I haven’t reached one yet, but we’ve discussed safe words and protocols, and I know if I go too far, he’ll stop and safely pull me back.

I’m nowhere near my limits now as Sin pounds ruthlessly into my mouth.

Moments like these allow my sometimes too active brain to quiet.

I love being totally consumed by my senses.

The sublime sight of Sin’s naked body using me for his pleasure.

The briny, delicious tang of him. The manly scent of his sweat.

The sound of his groans and grunts of pleasure mixing with the filthy noises I’m making around his cock.

My own cock is hard. Sometimes, I think I could come just like this. Maybe it will be tonight.

Sin has other plans. Just when his cock begins to pulse under my tongue, signaling he’s about to come, he pulls out of me. He races my puffy lips with finger. “You loved that, didn’t you? You loved taking my cock?”

My voice is ravaged, so I lean up to kiss the tip of his cock as an answer. The fire in his eyes tells me he liked my response.

“You can let go of the bed frame now.”

I do as he asks, and he takes each of my palms and kisses the red marks on them made from gripping the rails on the frame for dear life.

Then, in a quick, athletic maneuver, he flips both of us around so he’s the one lying on the bed and I’m astride him.

He reaches behind him and grabs the bed rails.

“I used you. Now it’s your turn.” The devious smile is back. “Use me, Cassidy.”